This is a song about "My homies art real"

I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile

Doing my graffiti art, or even wearing my style

The vacancy that sat in my heart

My now bleeding heart, is now feeding art

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

Or knowing that my homies got my back

My homies was just against my nature.

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

That's why they can't mess up my flow

My homies in the back screaming "b.i.n.g.o

Yo to all my homies in rappad, peace out there!

Those flashing lights come from everywhere